To the field again.
Again and again she comes here trying to draw others to Hyaline with hope for something different...too sometimes with her beauty and the opium fragrance that rises from her skin...but more often by simply being herself and reaching out to those who appeal to her.
Or, in this case those that surprise her.
It’s too cold to be standing in the water but she traveled here by means of it and so finds herself accustomed and the air around her seems much warmer because of it. She is lucky in that because the day is still too cold for anyone else to be here it seems. Winter continues to defy the coming spring and so perhaps everyone has hunkered down to wait for warmer days. Kensa prefers any season to the cold one, especially late winter with its grimy ugliness. The common lands should begin to green up any day but the mare is still just a little annoyed.
And then she isn’t.
The feeling that settles in to her body and mind is familiar but she recognizes in some small way that it does not originate from within herself. Not when just a moment ago she was thinking how much she wished spring would hurry itself in, and frowning at the gray rime clinging to every frozen crust of snow.
Turning, the tri-color mare crunches through the ice that rings the frozen shore and wanders calmly into the field. Only one other wait here and she moves toward him even though she is certain that he was not there when she looked this way before. He is about the age of her elder son, and colored very brilliantly. If he is the cause of her sudden alteration of temper she is surprised and would be more curious if she were not so at ease. “Hello. ” It is not her usual method of greeting someone but she does not feel quite as great a need to speed this meeting along. ”My name is Kensa. Who are you?”
@[Tiercel]
